Five

Five Hundred Thirty-Two.
Letters.
Envelopes.
Donation Forms.
Stuffed into envelopes.
Sealed
Stamped.

Well, once the printer prints them all.
It averages 1.68 min per letter x 532.
Do the math.
That's a long time.
So much fun ahead.

Now
I sit here chilling out, in bed, just before sleep
laughing at Craig Ferguson.
Laughing at his UK brand of humour.
Making Me Miss Thomas.

Two nights ago we reconnected.
After FIVE years.
I really never ever thought we'd talk again.
Two nights in a row, we've talked for over FIVE hours each.
Like we'd never been apart.
I teased him saying that he was trying to make up for all those years at once keeping me awake for hours on end into early morning (8:05a the first time), and he just laughed his dastardly devilish perverted laugh I'd never realised I missed hearing so much.
Now he's flown off to China for maybe a month.
I am hoping he sorts the net, and will back in mah box to keep me feeling the most alive I have felt in ages.
It all seems like a dream.
The passage of time, the reconnecting.
I even asked him to do a coupla things so that I KNEW I wasn't dreaming.
heh heh heh

How bad do I want to fly back to Australia, and even New Zealand.
Funny thing is, he was, and still is, living not even an hour from where I spend over a week in '07.
Small world.
I can only wonder what may have happened if we had stayed in touch back then.
It would have been so cool back then to have met him, and to hopefully finally meet him.

Of course, this makes me want to get back to Australia even sooner, as he'd meet me over there. I'd even like to arrange some time in NZ too, as then I could see more of what I missed the first go (WITH SOMEONE), and we'd also be finally able to do some of the traveling we'd spoken of years ago.
We click so well as friends that we'd always thought we'd travel well.
(and as fb's too!)
How fun!
Even better if I can do it before it's been five years since I've been (technically that'd be June '12)
or even better, in five months or so time.
It'd be fun to meet my friend Brian in Sydney for his birthday in May (the 5th month) - but highly unlikely with this bit of school I have to finish.

I want to sort my shit so I can try to get back within this next year.
Hell, I wanna go now.
All my mates there have again been recently asking when I am planning on returning.
I wish I could just book it and GTFO of here.
I miss them all so much too.
And I really need a permanent change of scenery.
It's time.
This will happen for sure within this next year's time as I am bound and determined to make it happen and to finally make a break out of this prison that is DULL-UTH and Minnesota as well as end my seemingly perpetual sentence.
January 25 marks 19 years in Dull-uth.
I hope to be long gone before 20. (= 4x5)
I've lived in MN 45 years.
I want to be warm again.
I want to be amongst people who want me to be around them.
I want to LIVE
I miss that so much.

People here really suck.
No one really means friendship here.
I've run across this over and over.

Anyway, I'm not going to dwell on that, but rather, work toward the goal.
The world awaits.
A new life is mine to be had.
There have already been so many new positives in just a few day's time that I am really thinking - hell even believing I am going to pwn '11.
Eleven is a bit of a lucky number for me, for many reasons, and maybe that's a bit of a good sign too.

Ok, that's all for now.
I needa crash.
Early day tomorrow.

Here - need a little bedtime treat - go check out the boy's Wed Music Blog and have a listen to three of my latest fave tunes.
Like Mom, Like Son.
Such a good boy.

Gnite!
¡Abrazos!
Dream big!
^5's!

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Exercise:
Walked with George